- So much for getting back into the swing of things – between a stomach virus cutting a swathe through the family, and then chicken pox finally catching up with Claudia, I’ve been stuck at home and about 20% productivity the whole week. Not at all fun.
- Somehow we still managed to celebrate Max’s birthday (though the official party is yet to come). Wheee! I will never again have a child under 5! Liberation!
- There’s been snow, though. That was very pretty, but we were all too sick to enjoy it.
- Somehow by Friday afternoon, despite everything I was emerging from the slough of despond and not feeling so very utterly bleak about the work situation. I mean I still have my doubts (to put it mildly), but I feel better able to hang in there till I can see the next step. Am glad those particular psychic clouds have passed, it was a bit rough.
- Two weeks in isn’t absolutely too late to start the year, is it? I really hope not…
Woolly thoughts (and fuzzy logic)
Sometimes I sits and knits, and sometimes I just sits.
Woolly thoughts (and fuzzy logic) 
Totally not too late to start! I’m starting in Feb. January is ramp-up and settling-in time.